at him as he nodded. The amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes made her realize how happy he was in the dungeon. In his office, he seemed serious, but in this space, he seemed playful and content.
A sudden loud slap broke her train of thought, and a scream followed, echoing off the walls in the dungeon. What worried Presley more than that piercing sound was how it made her body come alive and warm in all the perfect places. The scream wasn’t drenched in horror or fright but layered with thick and greedy arousal. And that rich desire slid through her veins, making her crave something equally intoxicating.
With heat pooling low in her belly, she realized that in Dmitri’s arms, her sense of fear had left her. While the sound would’ve frightened her before, now it didn’t. The worry that something horrible would happen to her had vanished. The feeling that she didn’t belong had evaporated.
“Right,” Dmitri murmured. “I’m glad to see you’re more comfortable now than when I found you at Cora’s scene and looking for the exit.” He turned all of his focus on her, and the intensity in him did all sorts of hot things to Presley, including making her belly drop to her knees.
The weight of this man’s good looks was due to his eyes. The controlled power that lay present in their depths was heady. Presley experienced the magnitude of his appeal over her. Heat raced between her thighs, making her clit throb and forcing her to squeeze her thighs together to ease the ache.
One sleek eyebrow arched. “You’re more than ready to play, aren’t you?”
Why deny it? “It appears so, sir.”
His mouth twitched. “I’d like you to meet the other members. Introduce yourself, ask questions, watch, and discover what wicked things you’d enjoy. If you feel nervous or scared again, stay put and don’t move. I won’t be far away from you tonight and will come to you.” Spinning her around, he swatted her on the bottom, causing her to lurch forward on a squeak. “Presley,” he called after her. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught his devilish grin. “Be honest with yourself about what you like and don’t like. A hard limit is something that would destroy you to do. If you have a moment of ‘not right now but maybe in the future,’ that is a soft limit. If you have a thought of ‘I like that, but I’m nervous about it,’ that is not a limit.” His eyes darkened with that slight curve to his mouth that was entirely kissable. “Be warned, if you lie to me, I’ll know.”
Sweet Jesus!
Chapter Seven
In Dmitri’s office atop the casino, he sat in his leather chair at the desk and stared out the full wall of windows behind him to the Las Vegas Strip. Traffic rushed by in a blur, and people littered the sidewalks. Not as if it really mattered what time of day it was; the city never slept. He loved that about Sin City. It made for great business. However, what he loved more were the sinful parts.
He’d been born and raised in Vegas, and the lively city had always suited him. After he received his MBA from Stanford, he considered a move. But fate stepped in and brought him home to Vegas with an offer of employment under the casino’s vice president.
Now Dmitri groaned. Instead of enjoying the fine day, he was stuck in his office. On a weekend, he typically worked from home if anything came up, but yesterday’s situation that had kept him late hadn’t been finalized.
His Saturday had been long already, with nonstop telephone meetings and e-mails, and it was only two in the afternoon. Add in the fact that Presley had stayed on his mind, all her innocence trapping him in erotic thoughts, and his mood was tense. Those pretty eyes showing her surprise, the lovely flush of her cheeks, and her body enticingly receptive to him had haunted him all day.
He ran a hand over his neck and exhaled, then turned away from the windows to his large mahogany desk. He grabbed the mouse and hit send on the e-mail, in
A sudden loud slap broke her train of thought, and a scream followed, echoing off the walls in the dungeon. What worried Presley more than that piercing sound was how it made her body come alive and warm in all the perfect places. The scream wasn’t drenched in horror or fright but layered with thick and greedy arousal. And that rich desire slid through her veins, making her crave something equally intoxicating.
With heat pooling low in her belly, she realized that in Dmitri’s arms, her sense of fear had left her. While the sound would’ve frightened her before, now it didn’t. The worry that something horrible would happen to her had vanished. The feeling that she didn’t belong had evaporated.
“Right,” Dmitri murmured. “I’m glad to see you’re more comfortable now than when I found you at Cora’s scene and looking for the exit.” He turned all of his focus on her, and the intensity in him did all sorts of hot things to Presley, including making her belly drop to her knees.
The weight of this man’s good looks was due to his eyes. The controlled power that lay present in their depths was heady. Presley experienced the magnitude of his appeal over her. Heat raced between her thighs, making her clit throb and forcing her to squeeze her thighs together to ease the ache.
One sleek eyebrow arched. “You’re more than ready to play, aren’t you?”
Why deny it? “It appears so, sir.”
His mouth twitched. “I’d like you to meet the other members. Introduce yourself, ask questions, watch, and discover what wicked things you’d enjoy. If you feel nervous or scared again, stay put and don’t move. I won’t be far away from you tonight and will come to you.” Spinning her around, he swatted her on the bottom, causing her to lurch forward on a squeak. “Presley,” he called after her. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught his devilish grin. “Be honest with yourself about what you like and don’t like. A hard limit is something that would destroy you to do. If you have a moment of ‘not right now but maybe in the future,’ that is a soft limit. If you have a thought of ‘I like that, but I’m nervous about it,’ that is not a limit.” His eyes darkened with that slight curve to his mouth that was entirely kissable. “Be warned, if you lie to me, I’ll know.”
Sweet Jesus!
Chapter Seven
In Dmitri’s office atop the casino, he sat in his leather chair at the desk and stared out the full wall of windows behind him to the Las Vegas Strip. Traffic rushed by in a blur, and people littered the sidewalks. Not as if it really mattered what time of day it was; the city never slept. He loved that about Sin City. It made for great business. However, what he loved more were the sinful parts.
He’d been born and raised in Vegas, and the lively city had always suited him. After he received his MBA from Stanford, he considered a move. But fate stepped in and brought him home to Vegas with an offer of employment under the casino’s vice president.
Now Dmitri groaned. Instead of enjoying the fine day, he was stuck in his office. On a weekend, he typically worked from home if anything came up, but yesterday’s situation that had kept him late hadn’t been finalized.
His Saturday had been long already, with nonstop telephone meetings and e-mails, and it was only two in the afternoon. Add in the fact that Presley had stayed on his mind, all her innocence trapping him in erotic thoughts, and his mood was tense. Those pretty eyes showing her surprise, the lovely flush of her cheeks, and her body enticingly receptive to him had haunted him all day.
He ran a hand over his neck and exhaled, then turned away from the windows to his large mahogany desk. He grabbed the mouse and hit send on the e-mail, in
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